I have been so busy being the coolest bitch on the planet that my poor blog has fallen by the wayside. My life is not interesting enough to talk about on a regular basis, so I have come up with a way to blog with a purpose. Not a staggering life-altering purpose, but a purpose nonetheless. A while back I brought up the amazing website Songfacts and our tendency to vote on anything and everything that comes to mind. I've decided to randomly go through the list of my Top Fifty Favorite Songs and tell you why I love each song and what part it has played in my life. I will report that I have extremely varied and odd taste in music, from the almighty Tenacious D to Etta James to Run DMC to Rick mother fucking Astley. You may read the original post here. And don't worry, we've done a second Top Fifty since that post so you've got at least 100 golden nuggets to look forward to.
I absolutely promise you the reason I posted the Rerun video is because we had a mini-Soul Train line in the Peach household this afternoon. I tried to pop and lock like Mr. Berry to no avail. I have so much rhythm on the inside, but I am a fat old white lady on the outside. Damn my caucasian hide.
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Damn that fat man could dance. RIP Fred Berry. No one can touch your beret.
I absolutely promise you the reason I posted the Rerun video is because we had a mini-Soul Train line in the Peach household this afternoon. I tried to pop and lock like Mr. Berry to no avail. I have so much rhythm on the inside, but I am a fat old white lady on the outside. Damn my caucasian hide.
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